Yesterday I was feeling blue. In an effort to cheer me up, my husband instituted a policy for the evening: I was not to leave the couch.
Michael brought me red wine. He ordered, signed for, and brought to the couch the Domino's pizza we delightfully consumed for dinner. He brought leftover chocolate cake to our living room and served us both hefty portions. He managed the TV, so that we were able to watch the amazing Thursday line-up: Survivor, The Office, and 30 Rock. He did everything to ensure that I could remain perched on the couch.
It did wonders.
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